Fishing into the bag once again, she pulled out a razor and a large tubeof Nair. "Lingerie and body hair don't go together, darling. I want youto read...these instructions carefully and then go into the shower andremove all your hair from the neck down. And I mean ALL. OK?"His look of horror spoke volumes. She gave him a quizzical stare. "OK ... on second thoughts, perhaps notall of it." After a long pause, and just as his face was starting torelax, she added, "I want you to leave a landing strip. "It was news that I had been expecting, yet dreading. Multi-infarctdementia was what my mother had, basically dozens of tiny littlestrokes throughout her brain. None of them, by themselves, were major,but in combination, it was almost like Alzheimer's - a slow butinexorable dimming of her mental capacities. Some days, she barelyrecognized me; but others, she seemed almost her usual bright chipperself. As I exited the elevator on the third floor and walked to herroom, I prayed that this would be. Of course, when itwas analysed, the police were called in. As soon as they interviewedPeter, he simply collapsed and confessed everything."But that was three years ago. Since then, my life has been hell. I'vebeen in hospital almost as much as he's been in prison, and he'll be outof jail on parole in four years time. It was me who received the deathsentence. Practically every organ in my body is shot. The doctors havenow given me a maximum of six months to live. And a very uncomfortablesix. Carter'sAudi, making the short drive over to her condo. As usual, Mrs. Carterwas looking good - blonde hair, green eyes, in leather jacket and glovesto ward off the chill. Mrs. MILF. Mrs MILF, who Jack couldn't help butnotice was making the most interesting noises as her leather crinkledagainst the upholstery.While Noreen had no children of her own, she had little trouble gettingyoung Jack to describe his current situation. Home from break, sophomoreyear, few friends around, college was fine,.